"Gone With The Wind" is an Australian designed Grainger 52 cruising cat.
She was built and launched in northern New South Wales for her owners Annie and Liam in 2004.
Follow our adventures and see the world through our eyes as we travel aboard our floating home.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Fakarava : Moving north up the eastern reef.

20th – 28th November 2017

Hirifa, a little slice of heaven.

After one last drift snorkel and a bite to eat we dropped off our mooring in the wonderful South Pass area, unfurled the jib and enjoyed a slowish sail roughly six miles to the north east. Our reward for such a grueling passage was plopping the anchor down through 27 ft of clear water and watch it bury itself to it’s roll bar in the beautiful white sand below.

A small dwelling sat nestled in the shade of the trees while the calm waters lapped laconically on the shore a few feet away. We had arrived at the much talked about cruiser hangout known as Hirifa.

There is no village here, no shops, no internet, no tourists and no way to get here other than by boat. So why come I hear you ask? It’s because of the legendary hospitality of one larger than life individual. Her name is Liza.

They run a small beachfront snack shack and offer excellent inexpensive meals for both lunch and dinner in a family environment. As a courtesy, advanced notice for those wishing to dine is always appreciated by Liza and as is the norm in these parts, mother nature and stock on hand plays a hefty roll in what is available on the menu each day.

She was chuffed at receiving it and said her hubby would get right on to hanging it up on her wall. We said our goodbyes, mentioning that we hoped to drop by again next season. Liza said she be right here waiting for us.

Pakokota: the halfway stopover

Moving on from Hirifa our next destination was just a dot on the map called Pakotoka, a sedentary broad reach under screecher a mere 16 miles further along. With clear skies and the sun overhead, conditions were excellent for spotting keel crunching coral bommies along the way.

Unless you’re an absolute fool, you always need to be vigilant even when you are in a marked channel. So when transiting any lagoon in the Tuamotus, the way we do it on GWTW is that Liam is usually on the helm and the more agile and keen eyed Annie takes up a higher vantage point on the coachouse roof, binoculars in hand ready to call back a course adjustment if need be. So far so good on that front.

Agnes, the quintessential French cook, is excellent in the kitchen and dishes up mouth watering home-style meals for a moderate price. Matthieu is a charter cat captain and has a wealth of knowledge and experience with the way things work and break on boats and has many resources if need be. And for those without washing machines on board, Agnes will also do your laundry. Now that gets a thumbs up. It really is your one stop shop midway between the north and south passes on Fakarava. Call on VHF 72 or ph +689 877 47118 / 99526. Email pakokotayachtservices@gmail.com

We dinghied in around sunset and the dinning table was already set and garnished with fresh vases of frangipani.The heady scent adding to the ambiance of the night. We shared the table with with Agnes, her toddler and Mathieu's mum. Matthieu was away on charter for a few days.

Family style dining is definitely the way to go in the Tuamotus. Once dinner was served we were surprised by the mountain of food awaiting our taste buds. Potato (Pomme de Tere) au gratin, crispy garden salads, coleslaw and chocolate banana moose for desert. But the “piece de resistance” was the canard. And Ooh La La was that meal ever sooo good. We still talk about it months later.

We stayed another two days before deciding we should really get a move on to the main town of Rotoava at the northern end of the atoll. Once again we had a great sail up, passing lots of modest and no so modest resorts along the way. We could tell we were nearing the “big smoke” just by the abundance of properties dotting the shoreline.

Rotoava: the not so bustling main town

Ok, so we are talking Big Smoke Fakarava not Big Smoke NYC. The two are worlds apart. But to the people who live on this 30 mile long atoll, Rotoava IS the bright lights.

To us it’s pretty much like the main towns on the other atolls except here there are three Magasins (small mixed grocery stores), a medical clinic and a couple of small restaurants / bars and a café or two. Being a mega dive destination, Air Tahiti has a daily air service direct to Papeete and twice daily in peak season. The cruise ships come for a look see a couple of times a month and the supply ship pays the town a weekly visit.

While at this end of the atoll Liam took the chance to make another entry in his dive log, this time diving the North Pass. In his opinion it wasn’t a patch on the South Pass. Mind you conditions were pretty lumpy during his dive.

We hung around Rotoava for four days and walked the length of town, visited the lovely blue and white church, the artesian centre, the tourist office and made many early morning visits to the Boulangerie for fresh baguettes and yummy pastries that no amount of will power could resist.